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"Can you tell me where I could get employment of any kind?" I continued. "I am a stranger, without acquaintance in this place. I want some work: no matter what."

But it was not her business to think for me, or to seek a place for me: besides, in her eyes, how doubtful must have appeared my character, position, tale.

She shook her head, she "was sorry she could give me no information," and the white door closed, quite gently and civilly: but it shut me out.

If she had held it open a little longer, I believe I should have begged a piece of bread; for I was now brought low.

I could not bear to return to the sordid village, where, besides, no prospect of aid was visible.

I should have longed rather to deviate to a wood I saw not far off, which appeared in its thick shade to offer inviting shelter; but I was so sick, so weak, so gnawed with nature's cravings, instinct kept me roaming round abodes where there was a chance of food.

Solitude would be no solitude-rest no rest-while the vulture, hunger, thus sank beak and talons in my side.

I drew near houses; I left them, and came back again, and again I wandered away: always repelled by the consciousness of having no claim to ask-no right to expect interest in my isolated lot.

Meantime, the afternoon advanced, while I thus wandered about like a lost and starving dog.

In crossing a field, I saw the church spire before me: I hastened towards it.

Near the churchyard, and in the middle of a garden, stood a well-built though small house, which I had no doubt was the parsonage.

I remembered that strangers who arrive at a place where they have no friends, and who want employment, sometimes apply to the clergyman for introduction and aid.

It is the clergyman's function to help-at least with advice-those who wished to help themselves.

I seemed to have something like a right to seek counsel here.

Renewing then my courage, and gathering my feeble remains of strength, I pushed on.

I reached the house, and knocked at the kitchen-door.

An old woman opened: I asked was this the parsonage?

"Yes."

"Was the clergyman in?"

"No."

"Would he be in soon?"

"No, he was gone from home."

"To a distance?"

"Not so far-happen three mile. He had been called away by the sudden death of his father: he was at Marsh End now, and would very likely stay there a fortnight longer."

"Was there any lady of the house?"

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